I wasn't home much this summer. 36 hours in July, a week in August, and a bit more in September. I was heartbroken, because summer in Portland is something special, but I was also happy to have the work to take me away.
This is film from a quick trip back home, picnicking at the bluffs. We managed last minute snacks and fawned over Noodles. I don't remember a single thing we talked about, but I remember feeling so content to be there, just then.
Photos taken with my Minolta SRT 101, Kodak Portra 160, and a little prayer with every snap of the shutter.